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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
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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.