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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
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.