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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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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.