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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
the Germs,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
You don't know what you really want.
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.