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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.