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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Wire,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
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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.