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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.