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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.