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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.