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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.
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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.