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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.