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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Television,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
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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.