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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.