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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Carl Craig,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Can,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.