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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.