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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
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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.