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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.