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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.