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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
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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.