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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.