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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
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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.