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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 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 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.