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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.