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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.