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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.