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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.