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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.