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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.