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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
MDC,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.