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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Move 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.