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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.