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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
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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.