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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.