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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.