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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.