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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
MDC,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Scion,
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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.