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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.