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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.