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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.