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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.