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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.