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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Saints 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.