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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.