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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.