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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.