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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.