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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.