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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.