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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.