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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.