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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.