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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.