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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.