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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
cv313,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
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.