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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.