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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.