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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Mummies to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Cameo,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.