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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.