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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.