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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Franke,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.