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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.