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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare 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 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?
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.