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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.