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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Can,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.