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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.