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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.