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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.