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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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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.