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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee 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?
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
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Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.