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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
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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.