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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.