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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.