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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.