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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.