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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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.