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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.