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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.