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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.