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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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's Slasher Flicks 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?
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.