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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.