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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.