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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
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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.