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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.