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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
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.