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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Magazine,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.