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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.