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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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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.