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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.