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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.