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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.