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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.