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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Whodini,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.