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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.