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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
DNA,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.