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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
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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.