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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.