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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '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 The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Can,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Index,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
You don't know what you really want.
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.