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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.