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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pylon to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a 808 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.