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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.