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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.