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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.