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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Crime,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.