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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.