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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
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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.