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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Fear,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.