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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.