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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.