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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
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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.