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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.