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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Technova,
Wings,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.