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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
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You don't know what you really want.
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