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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.