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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
DNA,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.