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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Pole,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.