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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Liliput,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.