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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Mars,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.