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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.