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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.