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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.