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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
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You don't know what you really want.