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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.