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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.