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 Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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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.