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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.