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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.