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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.