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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
CMW,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Can,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
UT,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.