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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.