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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.