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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.