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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.