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 Zambia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.