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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.