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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.