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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.