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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Section 25,
PIL,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.