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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.