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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 John Holt to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.