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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.