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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.