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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.