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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.