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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.