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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.