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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Q65,
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.
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.