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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
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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.