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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.