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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.