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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.