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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Faust 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 crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.