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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 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 Fortunes,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.