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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Wings,
Mars,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.