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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.