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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Gong,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Slave,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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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.