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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.