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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.