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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.