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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.