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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.