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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Japan,
the Association,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.