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 Israel and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.