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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Lyres,
Motorama,
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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.