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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Q65,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.