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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
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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.
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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.