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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.