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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.