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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.