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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.