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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.