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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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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.