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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.