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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
X-101,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.