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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
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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.