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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Slave,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.