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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Index,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.