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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.