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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
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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.
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.