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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.