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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.