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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Crime,
Magma,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
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Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.