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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Index,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.