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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.