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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.