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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
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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.