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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.