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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.