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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.