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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.