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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.