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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.