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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Index,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Organ,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
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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.