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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.