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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Magma,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.