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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.