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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.