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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.