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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.