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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.