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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.