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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.