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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.