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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.