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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
JFA,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
10cc,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.