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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.