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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swans to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
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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.