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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.