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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lungfish 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.