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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.