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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Index,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
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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.