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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.