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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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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.