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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
UT,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.