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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.