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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.