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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.