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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
JFA,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.