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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
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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.