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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.