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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.