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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.