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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.