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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Kas Product,
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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.