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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.