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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.