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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Names,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.