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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.