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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.