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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Fear,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.