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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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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.