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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.