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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
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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.