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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Television,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.