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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.