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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.