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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.