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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
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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.