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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.