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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.