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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.