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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.