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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Main Source,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.