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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.