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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
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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.
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