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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.