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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
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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.