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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.