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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.