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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.