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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.