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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.