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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.