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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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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.