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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.