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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.