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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Wire,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.