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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Cure to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
MC5,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
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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.