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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.