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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Wire,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.