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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.