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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
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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.