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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.
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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.