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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.