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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
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You don't know what you really want.
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.
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.