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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.