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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.