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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.