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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.