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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.