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 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Zapp,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.