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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Victims,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.