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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.