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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.