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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.