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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Faust,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.