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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.