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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.