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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.