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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.