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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.