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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Gong,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.