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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.