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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
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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.