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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Organ,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
MC5,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.