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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
AZ,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.