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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.