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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Swans,
New Order,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.