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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Gong,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.