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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.