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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Slave,
Skarface,
Audionom,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.