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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.