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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.