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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.