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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.