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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Names,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.