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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.