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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.