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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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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.