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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
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Lou Reed,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.