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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.