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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.