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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.