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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.