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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.