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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Index,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.