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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.