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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Franke to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.