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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.