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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.