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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.