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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.