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 Seychelles 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Selecter,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.