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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
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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.