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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.