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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Remains,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.