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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.