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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.