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 Moldova and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.