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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 UT to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.