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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Swans,
The Residents,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.