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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
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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.