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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Q65,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Magma,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.