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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.