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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.