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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.