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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
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MDC,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.