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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Crime,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
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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.