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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.