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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.