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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.
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