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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.