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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
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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.