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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.