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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.