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 Uzbekistan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.