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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.