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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.