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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.