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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.