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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
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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.