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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.