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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.