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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.