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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.