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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Monks,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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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.