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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
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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.