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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Gong,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.