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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.