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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.