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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.