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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.