Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
10cc,
Magma,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.