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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.
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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.