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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.