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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 a rhodes 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Skriet,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.