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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s 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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
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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.