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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.