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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.