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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.