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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.