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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.