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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Index,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.