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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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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.