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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.