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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.