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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Danielle Patucci 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
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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.