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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.