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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Pylon,
the Association,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.