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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.