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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.