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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Quantec,
X-102,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.