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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.