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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.