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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.