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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.