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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.