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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.