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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.