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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.