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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.