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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.