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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.