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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.