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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.