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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.