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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.