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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Wings,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Move,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.