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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Faust,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.