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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.