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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Gong,
Crime,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.