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 Iran and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.