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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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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.