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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.