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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.