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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
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.