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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
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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.