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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.