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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
DNA,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.