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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.