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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.