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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.