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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
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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.
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.