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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
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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.