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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.