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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.