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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.