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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.