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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.