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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.