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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.