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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.