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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
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.