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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.