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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.