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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.