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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
DNA,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.