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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.