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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.