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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.