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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Television,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.