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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.