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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.