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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Ossler,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.