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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Magma,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.