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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.