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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Can,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
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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.