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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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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.