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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
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.