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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moody Blues 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Smog,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.