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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.