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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.