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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
UT,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
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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.