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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.