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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Names,
The Index,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.