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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.