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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
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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.