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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the grime 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.