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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.