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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.