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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Index,
Television,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.