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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.