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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.