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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.