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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.