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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.