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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.