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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.