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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.