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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Pole,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.