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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.