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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
DNA,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.