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 Honduras and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.