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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
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.