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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.