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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.