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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Swans,
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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.