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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
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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.