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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.