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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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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.