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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
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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.