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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.