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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Magma,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
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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.