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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.