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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
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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.