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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.