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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.