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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Television,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.