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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.