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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Vogues,
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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.