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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
X-101,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
10cc,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Ituana,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
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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.