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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.