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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.