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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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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.