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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.