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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.