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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.