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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.