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 India and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Franke,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.