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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
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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.