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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.