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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.