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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Nas,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.