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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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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.