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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.