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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.