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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.