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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.