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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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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.