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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.