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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
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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.