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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.