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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.