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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
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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.