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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Can,
Nico,
John Holt,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.