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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.