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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.