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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Organ,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.