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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.