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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
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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.