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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.