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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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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.