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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
MDC,
X-101,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.