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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.