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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Can,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.