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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.