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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
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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.