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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.