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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.