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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.