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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.