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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.