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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.